The Ruins of Thunderholme

The ruins of this fallen city are now the lair of the shadow dracolich Aurgloroasa. Here she commands her Cult of the Dragon followers - as well as legions of the undead created from the bones of Thunderholme's former inhabitants.

The day of the Dracoliches will come. Freed from death, resplandent, mighty, and terrible to rule us all. And when they do, the Dracoliches will remember those who worked to bring about their rule. They will remember the Cult of the Dragon.

Find Sarva's Second Journal

How great, how wondrous is our ruler, Aurgloroasa the Sibilant Shade! The bones of a conquered city defend her. The dark itself moves at her command. Her plans encompass the Realms and span the centuries. Surely she must prevail!

Find Sarva's Third Journal

We must not be lulled by the safety of this deep mountain fortress. We must not be lulled by the promisse of a future yet to come. Great forces are in motion this very moment. War in the Realms, the change of an age, and even trachery within - these are all reasons why we must act now and not delay. This pact with the Netherese will guarantee our future.

Find Sarva's Fourth Journal

What living creature is more fearsome or majestic than a Dragon? Surely they were made to rule over mere humans. But splendid wings and armored scales - these cannot compare to immortality! And this is why the Dracolich, undead and undying, is the true and rightful sovereign.

Find Sarva's Fifth Journal

The Netherese arrived yesterday. I personally escorted them to their quarters down in the crypts. It is strange indeed to have outsiders here in the citadel of the faithful. Yet so Aurgloroasa commanded in her wisdom, and she can see deeper into the shadows than any mortal.

Find Sarva's Sixth Journal

When Aurgloroasa awoke from long slumber to find that Dwarves had built a city inside her mountain, she did not act hastly. Instead she whispered in the shadows. She slowly twisted the mind of Dagan so that he ordered a temple built - not to any dwarven god, but to Null, the Deathwyrm. Then she came to the temple, slew the Dwarves and took their city as her own. That is how she dealt with the Dwarves, and that is how she shall deal with all the kingdoms of men - in time.

Find Sarva's Seventh Journal

Who can count Aurgloroasa's mighty deeds? This mountain city which she took from the Dwarves. Her immortal lichdom when she embraced the Cult of the Dragon. Three years' war in Sembia, and the sack of archmage Mhzentul's arcane stores. A thousand other ruses that brought wealth and power to her and her followers. Who would wish to question our ruler's decisions? Who would dare?

Find Sarva's Eighth Journal

Today I sttod in Aurgloroasa's presence. I had gone to the temple with my daily offering when I felt a cold stirring of the shadows at my feet. Then a deep darkness engulfed me, and I saw her looming above, her eyes like cold fires. How glorious! How magnificent! I am honored to be her emissary.

Find Sarva's Ninth Journal

Today she commanded us to equip ourselves for war. Even now her undead servants toil in the mines to provide us with ore. Soon Thunderholme's silent halls will once more ring with the sound of weapons being forged.

Find Sarva's 10th Journal

Only a fool quotes prophecy and then waits for it to come true. No, sisters and brothers, prophecy must be worked at, and that is why the Cult of the Dragon exists. Only out effort, our sacrifice, our devotion will make prophecy into truth.

Find Sarva's 11th Journal

Netheril has tied strings to Sembia and made it into their puppet. Very well, our Cult will make ourselves useful for the Netherese. Then when they begin to pull the strings in earnest, we will not be swept clean away.

Find Sarva's 12th Journal

These Netherese - are they triffling with us? We are the Cult of the Dragon, and yet they treat us as if we are a band of supersticious tribesmen. Every time their insolence verges on blasphemy, I pray my dragon-queen herself will appear and show them what lies waiting in the darkness.

Find Sarva's 13th Journal

The Netherese complained about their accommodations again. They seem to think that a Dracolich's lair ought to be more like a warm, comfortable inn. They don't seem to understand that the only reason they still draw breath is that Aurgloroasa wishes it.

Find Sarva's 14th Journal

The Netherese brought us the Stone Meridian as an offering to Aurgloroasa. The Dwarves thought they could hide it from her, but she knows how to find what she wants. The Red Dragons have taken the artifact to the mountaintop to guard it.

Find Sarva's 15th Journal

Dwarves used to forge mighty weapons in the fires of the mountain. They thought they had built a fortress that none could breach, protected by weapons none could defeat. Yet they still fell to the dragon in the end. We are not so foolish, sisters and brothers! We know the power of the dragon.

Find Sarva's 16th Journal

We walk a narrow mountain path, sisters and brothers - a pat slick with ice and buffeted by the winds. Only perseverance and dedication will keep us from plummeting to our deaths. We must trust in our dragon queen to bring us safely to our goal - for with her, we shall fly rather than fall!

Find Sarva's 17th Journal

How carefully Aurgloroasa lays her plans. How she waits in shadow and never shows her face unless she must, until the time is right. And yetthis pact with Netheril, if it comes to pass, carries such great risks ... but I must have faith. Surely this is all part of her plan.

Find Sarva's 18th Journal

Do not fret, my children. Netheril will not get the better part of out bargain. The Netherese are strong and brash now. So, too, were the dwarves of Thunderholme, until the Sibilant Shade had finished with them.

Find Sarva's 19th Journal

Look at Netheril! Its powers are at their pinnacle, and the empire goes from strength to strength. Yet we must not forget that the Netherese are doomed to fall to the Dracoliches in the end. Until that day comes, we can use their power and influence for our own ends.

Find Sarva's 20th Journal

We held council with the Netherese today. Things had come to a stalemate when Aurgloroasa showed herself to the Netherese for the first time. How their faces went pale! How their eyes went wide with fear! I trust that they will not forget that I am the emissary of this dark power.